Hong Kong Eating & Travel

It's 5pm in Hong Kong. The ever present mist or smog shrouds the mountains and greenery and we are engaged in a battle of wills to get to our destination. The highways are full of trucks, buses as well as expensive sportscars with vanity places, all favouring combinations of the Chinese lucky number 8 and family names. To an outsider the whole snarling mess of lanes and merging traffic makes no sense but it's just an every day commute as cars come within inches of scraping their expensive tangerine orange paintwork against a battered truck's scratched paint job.